We Have Issues (Object Show Crossover)

by spoiledeggsupreme

Summary:

Crayon Box (The host of OSO) decided to conduct a plan to get some hosts together and have their angriest contestants trapped in a room. Will they rip each other's throats out or will they all resolve their anger... (This is also reposted from my Wattpad account)

Notes:

I am currently experiencing writers block so if you will excuse me uploading late because of that I will be more than happy!

Chapter 1: You want to what?

! You do not have to read this chapter if you are here for the actual objects interacting, and if you are reading this while chapter 2 is not out then I'm sorry, but you will have to wait a bit but only for like a day or two since I will most likely pick up the pace. Anyways have fun and I do accept criticism as long as it doesn't make me go onto the floor in a fetal position crying. Also, the reason Oodle and Crayon Box know each other in this AU is because I believe they went to doodle school together, just a head cannon I had. And of course, this was rushed since I wasn't sure if anyone would want to READ it. !

 

 

In the "Cabin of Object Hosts" were three hosts of object shows. Two, Mephone, and Oodle the Doodle! The three were discussing random topics that popped into their mind since this was probably going to be the only time they will get to talk with each other.

"You're both literal gods! Two, you moved a forest, A FOREST! And Oodle can travel through dimensions with no problem! I can recover people, but that's not really surprising. My greatest skill is to eat cookies." Mephone felt a tad bit jealous that he was talking to weirdly shaped menaces that have the powers of magical creatures.

Two rolled their eyes, "Well I can't recover people so you should be grateful about that!" they pointed at Mephone. Oodle was kind of stuck in between them, twiddling his thumbs silently hoping that they wouldn't burst out into an argument.

Two and Mephone stared at each other for a moment before a knock could be heard on the door. "Hey guys! Can I come in? I let the Crayons go to the "Cabin of Co-Hosts" so they won't cause trouble here!" a female sounding voice could be heard on the other side of the door.

"Can't you hear that we are having a very importai- MM-" a hand was slapped onto Mephones mouth before he could finish his sentence, leaving the anonymous host confused. "Come in!" Oodle corrected Mephone but in the process, sounded worried.

The door opened to reveal an empty Crayon Box that still had her top opened. She quickly fixed the flap of cardboard and looked at the three who were sitting as if they were caught doing something wrong.

She grinned a little and waved at the three who were still giving each other death glares. "Oh, hey Oodle!" CB yelled in a cheerful way as she had noticed a familiar face, her old classmate at Doodle school.

"Wow! It has been a while since I last saw you! How are the Crayons doing (mostly green)?" Oodle chimed in with a little twinkle in his eyes. Crayon Box giggled a little.

"They are doing alright! They still act like the children they are, and don't worry, Green is doing good!" She replied while finding a spot on the tiny couch that had been placed in the cabin. She sat next to Two who had little to no idea who she was.

Once she was situated, she looked at Two who was giving her a very confused look, and she smiled and waved very awkwardly at them. "So, what are you guys talking about?" CB questioned while she turned to look at Oodle who was smiling slightly.

"I think they were talking about power or something, I don't know I wasn't really paying attention." he giggled awkwardly. Two and Mephone were staring at both of them like total maniacs, how did they already know each other?

"Anyways, I dropped by to ask you guys a question, do you guys have overly angry contestants?" she asked as she looked at everyone's face to recognize exactly who they were. Everyone nodded, they all immediately recognized a contestant that never knew how to control their anger.

Crayon Box then stood up and walked in front of everyone as she changed completely into a different art style. "Well, I have organized this therapy room thing! We put all of our anger issued objects into the room and maybe they will help each other out!" She finished with enthusiasm and the other three were stuck in shock at the ridiculous idea.

Oodle was the first one to speak, "Well... are you sure they won't rip each other's throats out until one survives?" he asked while raising an eyebrow with his arms crossed. "Yeah, they would probably all be dismembered by the end, one raining supreme!" Two said in an over dramatic sort of way. MePhone laughed because it was 100% true.

"Well, I already have someone who agreed to it, plus if they die, we can just recover them!" Crayon Box assured as she pretended, she was doing a presentation. MePhone shrugged, "Sure as long as we are not airing this to the public." CB gave the thumbs up of approval.

"Well, what is in it for me? What do I get?" Two asked in a suspicious tone as they squinted. "A less angry contestant?" She answered with a nervous smile of confusion. "That does sound nice... Fine, only for that slight chance of her not yelling about how she hates every little thing!" Two stood up and joined CB in her presentation sort of pose.

She then turned to Oodle and stared at him and knocked her head to the side and in the process once again, changing her style. "Well- Uhm... yes?" he answered honestly wanting to get away from her box shaped head looking like some super evil villain. "Yes! So, I will go grab Gold Ingot since he said he didn't think my plan would work as well as it did." She yelled as she ran out of the cabin.

Oodle gave MePhone and Two a peace sign before disappearing into a portal. Two looked at MePhone before completely disappearing into dust. Mephone sat still on the couch and waited for the others to get back, until he noticed a snack table THEN he got up to go feast on his favorite snacks, cookies and a mile high pie.

Chapter 2: I Hate you.

Summary:

The five objects have now been successfully transported to their anger management place where they will be able to meet and greet each other. Not much happens.

! THIS CONTAINS ONLY A BIT OF SWEARING!! !

 

5 objects were shoved into a sort of spacious room that was plain but still had a bit of furniture, no one knew what in the ever living banana bonkers was going on. Were they all being kidnapped or something? Better yet, who in the hell were these other people in the room?

No one wanted to speak, it was way too awkward. Until they all heard a low growl followed by someone saying, "I hate being kidnapped!" at the top of their lungs. "You're going to make me shatter even more!" I glass ball with an eyepatch across one of their eyes replied with their arms crossed.

"How about you both shut it, I already have gained a massive headache!" a translucent pitcher who looked to be brown spoke as they dramatically rubbed their head with an annoyed expression on their face. Someone was sitting on the lightly colored couch as they watched the others break out into a long argument about something stupid.

A paintbrush was already tired of this, "Alright can you three quiet down and try to figure out what's going on?" they got no reply. "Hey! Can you guys hear me? Still nothing. They clenched their fists but took a long and deep breath before repeating what they had just said "Break up this useless argument and listen!" suddenly they actually obeyed.

"That's better! Now, do any of us have the slightest idea on what's going on?" they asked in a slightly agitated way but still calm enough that it wouldn't intimidate them. Everyone didn't bother to speak up and just left the place silent. Paintbrush sighed.

"As expected,. Since none of us know what's happening and we don't know how long we will be trapped, we might as well try and get along." Paintbrush said as he looked around to see if any of their emotions would change. The three looked at each other with absolute disgust and hatred.

"Names! I'm Paintbrush, I'm from a show known as Inanimate Insanity, and I am in a polyamorous relationship. And my pronouns are They/Them so PLEASE respect them!" Paintbrush asked as they waited for the objections, but all they got was the pitcher speaking.

The pitcher sighed, "Where I am from there is a non-binary person, their name is Tart and thankfully they aren't on my hate list." he crossed his arms and stared straight at Paintbrush. "I'm Pitcher and I'm from OSO, that's all there really is." Pitcher sat on the ground, most likely bored.

"This is giving way too many kindergarten flashbacks." The glass ball said as she rolled her one available eye. "It's so obvious what our names are, what's the use of an introduction?" She asked, somehow keeping a straight face the entire time. Paintbrush just simply shrugged.

"I HATE INTRODUCTIONS!" The fan yelled as she stood up to seem slightly taller. "Jeez do you hate EVERY LITTLE THING?" Pitcher asked, slightly raising his voice to match her tone. "YES, I DO, I HATE YOU KNOWING THAT!" She replied, looking ticked off.

"Oh, come on! Can't we just stop it!?" Plasma Ball yelled at the two who were now in a heated argument about what is wrong with Fanny. Paintbrush gave up on the three, they were hopeless, so they decided to go visit the lonely Pitchfork who was still observing from the couch. Their eyes looked like they had seen some stuff, something they could never run away from, but hey, who am I to judge?

Paintbrush sat next to them and got a better look at their face; it looked like they hadn't slept in days. They were a gray pitchfork with a sort of brown handle. They were slightly shorter than Paintbrush but taller than the other three, who were now arguing over dessert. Paintbrush waved a hand in front of their face and got a death glare from the side in return.

Pitchfork responded in an irritated and grumpy voice, "What?" Paintbrush was kind of expecting a voice like that to come from the way she looked. 'Oh well, you were sitting here looking into outer space so I thought I would drop by and give you a visit." Painty told her in their normal voice while making some hand motions here and there.

"Well, I didn't ask for it." she then turned away from Paintbrush leaving them absolutely confused. "You looked like you NEEDED it is the problem here." They pointed at Pitchfork hoping that it would somehow change her point of view.

"How about you go and bother one of the other freaks and get out of my face!" she snapped back with a nasty sort of snake-like presence as she whipped around to face Paintbrush once again. They were left in shock, and it actually made the other three quit their bickering.

She turned to the other three who were now staring at her with full judgment burning in their eyes. Before anyone could say anything, a loud and annoying buzzing noise was heard from the ceiling. There was a series of mumbling from multiple different voices that sounded like a disagreement but after a second one sighed and then their voice became clear.

"The only reason you're hearing my voice is because I lost rock paper scissors against 6 other objects, 3 of them didn't even have arms!" a surprisingly normal voice spoke with a slight accent. Another long and bored sigh came from them as they continued. "You 5 were put here against your will for some sort of therapy thing since you all have issues, anger issues." another loud buzzing noise was heard as the voice completely disappeared.

The room was uncomfortably silent, and they all looked at each other with confused looks on their faces. Suddenly the buzzing noise came back, "Also each of you have an item that each of your hosts hid in the room, some hid way better than others, alright that's the last bit." then the familiar noise was gone. Each of them had one thing on their mind: What in the fuck.

Chapter 3: Well, that went swell

Summary:

3 of the 5 objects nearly bite someone's head off, the other two are just bystanders enjoying the show.

Notes:

This chapter took so long to write because my brain shoved a middle finger in my face and drained all of my brain juice, but it worked out in the end!

After the voice cut off, everyone in the room looked at each other, only one actually recognized the voice but only by a little. Pitcher sighed and decided to speak up, “I am not 100% sure but, I think that was one of the crayons.” everyone turned to Pitcher and had the same sort of expression.

No one really could respond; they didn’t know how but something finally hit someone in the head with realization. “Wait, did he say that he hid our stuff?” Plasma Ball questioned as she looked at the couch that Pitchfork was still on.

While she stared, she saw movement from under the couch and turned to the other to report it. “Are you guys aware that there is stuff being flung from under the couch, is it any of your stuff?” she asked as she pointed to the couch.

“Is that a crab?” Pitcher questioned as he was squinting to prove his theory, but he got his answer when he saw Paintbrush get off the couch and scoop it up like it was nothing. Fanny had the most disgusted face as she watched Paintbrush hug the crab like it was their child. “Baxter! They counted you as my item...?” Painty only got a singular blink in return from Baxter.

“Does anyone own these objects that ‘Baxter’ threw?” Plasma Ball pointed at the bottom of the couch. Soon everyone turned to look but no one said anything, so they all shrugged (Excluding Fanny since she’s armless) and looked back at each other, but Paintbrush got a closer look and pointed something out.

“Hey that picture kind of looks like Pitchfork-” They directed their attention to Pitchfork. She was staring at them with eyes full of stress, but still remained to have a face full of rage but still so sorrowful. No one understood how this was slightly possible.

Paintbrush picked up the photo and offered it to Pitchfork. “I, uhh.. believe this is yours if I’m not mistaken.” Pitchfork yanked it out of their hands in a very aggressive manner but didn’t say a word. She held the picture and stared at it before placing it down on the couch and continuing to do what she does best, ignoring others around her.

“So, is it yours?” They asked impatiently, but Pitchfork huffed in response even clearly knowing the answer. “Yeah, we want to know the backstory of it.” Pitcher joked sarcastically as he placed his hands on where his hips should be. Pitchfork’s points started to glow a light red, indicating that she was getting to her breaking point.

“You two just buzz off.” she turned with fire burning in her soul and eyes mostly directing it at Pitcher who seemed to be getting slightly annoyed. A loud crash was heard from behind the two and they turned to see what the damage was.

“WHAT WAS THAT ABOUT!?” Pitcher yelled at Plasma Ball and Fanny who were standing next to a broken glass bowl laying on the floor in pieces. Plasma Ball looked slightly traumatized with a wide eye and she had stepped back a bit while Fanny had her usual angry face.

“ARE YOU TWO GOING TO ANSWER THE QUESTION OR ARE YOU GOING TO SIT THERE DUMBFOUNDED?” Pitcher started to pace towards the duo, he kind of looked like a dad on his way to confront his children about something. Plasma Ball picked up the closest object, being a random dart and held it in a throwing position. “I have played corn hole before, I will not hesitate to throw this!” Plasma Ball held it with a firm grasp and upset face, staring at him dead in the eyes.

“How about we no-” Paintbrush was cut off by a dart flying right by their head, slightly scarring them for life. Their eyes twitched slightly. It suddenly got slightly hot from Pitcher's point of view, but when he turned around, he saw smoke coming from Paintbrush’s head. There were some bristles that were on fire, perfect for roasting a couple of Marshmallows.

“Damn, that was supposed to hit Pitcher.” Plasma Ball tried to grab another object, but the room turned into a bright red and orange within a few seconds. Paintbrush had bursted with a fiery rage, literally they caught the room on fire! All of them jumped in confusion and slight fear, even Pitchfork ran off the couch.

Plasma Ball was next to Fanny, Pitcher had socially distanced himself from the other 4 by running into a corner, Pitchfork was in between Pitcher and the other two girls. “CAN’T YOU TWO BE MORE RESPONSIBLE AND NOT ACT LIKE A BUNCH BRAINLESS TODDLERS?” A boiling tea kettle noise was coming from their head, it was loud and obnoxious.

“YOU’RE GOING TO BURN US ALIVE; I HATE THIS!” Fanny’s loud and ear-piercing voice was able to overthrow Paintbrush’s hissy fit. A loud and familiar buzz rang throughout all of their ears, it even made Paintbrush’s hair go back (Mostly) normal. There were still some things that were lightly on fire, pun not intended. Someone had cleared their throat and fiddled with a paper.

“Uhm... hello. I am here to make an announcement. Since none of you seem to like each other, your host will be providing you to allow one person for each of you. You will be able to have a few hours with your partner...” they heard a page being turned, “and also, don’t burn down the room, the Crayons spent a long time on this...” footsteps could be heard but they were stepping away from the speaker.

Their voice was faint but understandable, “Four, do you really think this is needed? I think they get the concept.” that was followed by a very loud groan. The footsteps came back, “Pretty much that's it... You have an hour to figure out who is lucky enough to be trapped in the super tiny room that can barely fit you 5, yay!” then it was cut off.

Fanny already knew that those voices were clearly 4 and X, but why should she speak up? What would she get out of it? Nothing.

“Well, SOMEONE failed at the easiest task yet! Not burning down the room!” Pitcher yelled at Paintbrush from across the room, I think all of them were losing hope.

Notes:

Yes, Plasma Ball and Fanny are friends. I don't know why, it just felt right.

Chapter 4: The chosen ones.

Summary:

Finally, the contestants are allowed to choose someone to be stuck in the room but only for 24 hours!

Notes:

Ahh I finished it!

“Hey Fanny,” Plasma Ball started, “have you seen where my eyepatch is? It's square with a smiley face.” She asked while they both were sitting on the couch since Pitchfork had found a new base to quarantine herself in.

Fanny shook her head, “DO YOU NEED IT TO COVER UP THE CRACK?” she practically yelled, but that's only her inside voice. Plasma Ball nodded. She was shocked that Gold Ingot actually hid it well unlike Mephone and Oodle who shoved the objects under the couch.

“I have a suspicion that one of the others stole it, mostly Pitcher.” “I HATE PITCHER” Fanny yelled but understood, even if they didn’t completely know everyone, they could still get a general concept. Fanny hates everything, Plasma Ball is more chill than people would expect, Paintbrush has a limit, Pitcher is a dick, and Pitchfork has a secret backstory (At least to the objects).

Remember that buzzing sound from the last two times, it’s back but it sounded quieter. “Hello you five! I’m shocked that you guys are still alive from recent events!” a clear british accent started speaking, “we have decided that you five are allowed 1 partner-” they continued until they were rudely interrupted. “WE HAVE ALREADY BEEN TOLD THIS, TWO!” Fanny yelled back at the speaker which suddenly sounded like static.

“...You have?” they questioned. “Well, that saves me 5 minutes of my life! Have you guys decided then yet?” The static was back, and everyone started looking at each other. “Uhm.. Fanny! How about you go first!” Fanny felt everyone's eyes immediately turn to her. It took her a second of thinking even though she doesn’t have very many people who can tolerate her.

“BUBBLE!” She yelled back at the static that soon turned British again, “Bubble? Well, I have no clue where she is but I can figure something out! Now how about… Pitcher?” Two questioned. Pitcher rolled his, “No one.” “No one?” “No one.” “Alright you just missed the biggest opportunity of your life– anyways, hmmm..” A long and thought about pause of utter silence started.

The pause was long and uncomfortable but finally he got out of his daze, “Plasma Ball.. how about you?” She groaned a little since she hadn’t thought about it too much. “Hey while I have your attention, where is my eyepatch?” She asked while looking at the speaker as if it was an actual living object. Her question was ignored.

“Aye! Don’t change the subject!” Two fired back at her. “I don’t know! Knight Helmet or Carmel Cube, now tell me where the eyepatch is!” Plasma Ball yelled back at them who seemed to be writing things down.

“You guys are making my job slightly more difficult than it should be.. Paintbrush! AKA, my non-binary pal who nearly burnt the whole room into a fried tortilla chip! How about you?” Their voice got slightly louder when they spoke, probably to piss Paintbrush off.

“While I appreciate the correct gender terms, I realize that I don’t really like that nickn-”

“Just answer the question, I’m starting to yawn.” they said sarcastically, I think, which Paintbrush didn’t like and started to get annoyed. “Hey mysterious British voice, how about you shut the hell up before they commit arson again!” Pitcher defended Painty, who was kind of shocked by this random act of.. Kindness?

“Lightbulb, I guess.” They spoke in a less annoyed voice but it still was obvious that they were about to punch someone that starts with a “P” which could be 3 different people. “I don’t like that you said that Paintbrush, and I'll remember that you said it for a long long time.”

“Did you just steal Mephone’s quote?”

“... Moving along- It seems we have one more person and un-ironically, it's the person who hasn’t been talking at all! Well, a little but you get my point.” All the attention was on Pitchfork, causing the exact opposite of what she wanted to happen.

“...” “Pitchfork? Did Paintbrush’s fire stun her or something?” “No, I just don’t have anyone in mind.” She responded, finally. Pitcher suddenly had an idea. He walked over to her, already a giant red flag, and spoke, “Are you sure? What about the guy in the picture?” her eyes widened at the question. “Are you talking about that Glowstick?” Plasma Ball yelled from the other side of the room.

Pitchfork shook her head, turning her eyes to the cracked-up object. “Did I hear her say she wants Glowstick?” Their voice got quieter indicating that they most likely turned around. I faint “I think so.” could also be heard. “No, don’t bring Glowstick!” “She said she wants Glowstick!” “Pitcher, shut up! No- I don’t want anyone!” her annoyed yells were once again ignored by Two.

“One.. three.. five.. eight.. nine! Egh- only nine? They don’t deserve any recognition right now.. Paintbrush, choose another person!”

“Wait, really?”

“Yes, quickly before I change my mind!”

“Oh..” Paintbrush thought for a second, they only really thought of one person since that's all they assumed they were allowed to have, but Paintbrush chose the most rational person they knew. “Candle!” They went silent for a bit.

“Candle? I honestly thought it would be Test Tube or maybe even Fan!” They continued to stay silent. “Jeez tough crowd..” Two sounded bored and unmotivated after getting no response (Hey kind of like me!) They were going to speak until someone started shouting.

“OF COURSE WE ARE A TOUGH CROWD, YOU TRAPPED US IN A LIMITED SPACE WITH A BUNCH OF STRANGERS FROM DIFFERENT UNIVERSES THAT ALL HAVE ISSUES! I HATE THIS IDEA AND EVERYONE AGREES.” Fanny started yelling at the top of her lungs. “NONE OF US ARE ENJOYING THIS AND I’M STARTING TO BELIEVE THAT IT’S ALL FOR YOUR ENJOYMENT!” She finished with her usual upset face and sat down.

“...”

The room was the quietest it had been since they arrived.

It was awkward.

It was strange.

It felt off…

“You’re talking an awful lot of smack for the only person without arms, Fanny.” Two broke the silence, but at what cost? Plasma Ball got steamed real quick, “Seriously, first, you trap us. Second, you force us to get along, and now you’re ROASTING!?” She sat next to Fanny and stared at the speaker with the most god awful expression.

Before the speaker cut off, they only made a single chuckle. Everyone slowly turned to Fanny and Plasma Ball who looked like they were going to actually explode.

“That was… something.” Paintbrush mentioned with a highly concerned and confused face. Pitchfork and Pitcher nodded in agreement.

Everyone jumped when they heard a loud *POP* and realized that the chosen ones were staring at them.

Notes:

I might be biased cause Plasma Ball is my favorite PPT2 character

Haha cliffhanger >:)

Chapter 5: !NOT ACTUAL CHAPTER!

This story is being discontinued, I am severely sorry I just don’t have the mental health to write this. I kinda jumped in when I had a lot of motivation but now I have another hyperfixtion (Spooky month) I still love the OSC, I’m just obsessed with spooky month, it’s turned into my comfort show somehow so I will probably post more on that. I will try to stay in the OSC but I won’t post much about it. Once again, I am super sorry for everyone who liked this.

Notes:

I already don't like how this is going, I am sorry if these are too short for now, they will start to get longer in the process it will just take a lot of brain power and motivation.